Before we traveled to Taiwan, I already had developed a taste for mangos, but since our trip, I love them more. While in Taiwan, I bet we ate at least one Mango per day. Sometimes more. I love them peeled and sliced, I love them with the peel and sliced. I love them in things, I love them all by themselves. They served them as drinks, they served them sliced and one very nice lady at a restaurant gave me three when I complimented her on the very good food. They were sitting by the cash register in a basket. That made me happy. But since I have come home, I have found, being a connoisseur of great mangos now, that I am really picky. I haven't found one, from the grocery store, that tastes like the ones we ate in Taiwan.
Last night at Leo's I ordered a mango shake. I was all prepared for the powerful taste of mango, but alas, it was mostly ice cream. What a disappointment. I guess I will have to try to make my own.
It's terrible when you have tasted the best and then cannot get it. . .